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January-April, 2024

On a Mission for God

by Rev. Myron, Jones, Ordained Ministerial Counselor

One time I was talking to Jesus as I do throughout the day. I said that sometimes things seem to happen in such a random way. It looks like there is no rhyme or reason for the occurrences.

Then I felt a surge of fear at the thought. It seems terrifying to believe that everything is meaningless, that there is no purpose to anything.

Then I was given an idea that grew into the following story. It is, like most things we know about reality, a metaphor, but it is a helpful metaphor, in my opinion.  

I was explaining to someone that it is safe to look at our thoughts with the Holy Spirit. This is a necessary step in forgiveness, and forgiveness is what we came to do. I assured her that, of course, we are not guilty for our thoughts. They serve a purpose. These untrue thoughts are the reason we are here. You see, we are on a mission, a mission for God. 

Here is how it happened:  

It was my turn to take a stab at viewing the illusion. The goal, of course, was to watch it with the intention of correcting the perceptions that are keeping the illusion in place.

Toward that goal, my first meeting was with the Planner. She and I discussed the possible ideas I would be willing to forgive. Of course, to forgive them, I would have to experience them first, see the effect of believing them and then decide if I was ready to let them go.  

She discussed several ideas that needed attention and asked me if any of them seemed like something I could handle. In my excitement and certainty of purpose, I wanted to do them all. But she kindly reminded me that being in the world, I would forget my good intentions as I became acclimated to my experience. It is not easy to remain so optimistic under those conditions, so she suggested a more reasonable approach.  

I just knew that I could do what I planned because I sincerely wanted this clarity and freedom for all of us. How hard could it be to make the choice for God? It is insane not to do so.

So, she sent me to the Memory Machine to review parts of the stories I had participated in some time ago. After we return to this happier place, our memory of our sojourn into hell, I mean the world, fades once we review it. After a little while of letting my memory of some of my escapades return, I had a more realistic idea of what was possible versus my overly optimistic plans.  

I returned to the Planner, ready to get down to work. Reviewing the possibilities with her, I chose victimhood and relationships as the overall intentions.

I wanted to purify my perceptions until they were nearly true. At the last minute, I couldn’t help myself; I chose to add the eradication of the belief in guilt.

The Planner just looked at me with sympathy and suggested this was a lot. But I stubbornly insisted that it was doable. And maybe if I succeeded, my ultimate personal goal would be met, and I would awaken to take my place beside Brother Jesus to help others do the same.  

The next step is the Architect. Now that I knew what I wanted to achieve in this ‘lifetime’ in the illusion, I was ready for the set-up. An appropriate script had to be chosen for me. One that would contain all the situations that would give me the forgiveness opportunities I needed to complete my mission.

It is all very complex, each of my scenarios needing to blend with the stories of thousands of others over a lifetime.

I’m glad I have this help. Once we discussed what I needed to accomplish and the script was chosen, it was a sobering moment. This would not be all fun and games because I wouldn’t remember choosing it. I wouldn’t even remember why I was there.  

So, the next step is really important. This is where I joined with my Helpers and my Guides. They reassured me that I was not going to be doing this alone. Brother Jesus was going to be with me every step of the way, manifesting as the Holy Spirit in my mind.

I would receive guidance, but it would be up to me to listen. It was also up to me to accept the guidance. And this was the best advice I received; I would have the power of decision. It would be enough. All along the way, choices would arise, and the path would adjust to accommodate my choice.  

We looked at some of the examples together, so they were sure I understood. For instance, my brother would suggest I buy a computer when it goes on sale. It would be new to me, having never even used one, and it was my choice to buy it or ignore it.

Buying it would put me on track to my next step. But not to worry. My Inner Guide would be there to help me make decisions, and all decisions would take me somewhere. And wherever that was, there would be lessons to learn.

They reminded me of the classes I attended here that prepared us for this. In those classes, my mind stored the truths that would help me remember. People would say, “Who are you?” I would probably tell them my name and where I live. Maybe talk about my role as a parent or what I did for a living. But behind all that would be a niggling thought that there was more, a stirring of the truth, forgotten but still there. Who am I? The truth would be in my mind waiting for me to discover it.  

I would find many hints placed throughout my story. Bread crumbs, so to speak that would help me find my way to the next highest step. Of course, I could ignore them, but if I noticed and just followed my intuition, life would flow more easily. They mentioned that the day would come when I would be introduced to A Course in Miracles. But before that, I would notice one of those breadcrumbs that would help me recognize the importance of the Course when I found it. Or at least feel an affinity for it, even if I didn’t know why.  

There were many other things to do, such as deciding who I would share this adventure with. But finally, it was time for me to receive my packet and be on my way. What was in my packet, you are wondering? This is where, among other things, I received my new identity! I would have a physical body, a personality, a family, a name. All manner of identifiers that would be useful to me in the world. None of them were real, of course, but I needed them to play the game.  

And at last, I was at the entry point. With one last cheer from my Helpers and Friends and one last admonishment to remember as best as I can that I am on a mission for God. I will do my best to complete that mission under the most constraining of circumstances. I will do my best. And suddenly, I connected with my mom and will soon be born. Or at least that is what it will feel like. It was also the moment the great amnesia would set in. I know it will happen, but it is just so hard to believe that I would forget every true thing. It is necessary so that I can fully embrace my role and play it to the fullest.  

And now, 74 years later, I am beginning to remember what I decided to forget. I am nearing the end of my adventure, but there is still time, I think, to complete my mission for God.

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